working Working, yeah Work, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place,
Перевод: Животные. We Gotta Get Out Of This Place.
working too babe Every night and day Yeah yeah yeah yeah We gotta get out of this place If its the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place
been working too babe Every night and day Yeah yeah yeah yeah We gotta get out of this place If its the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place
gon get you The cash in a hidden place, ironically called it safe And you prolly leave it in the safe like it's safe, in the realest place I hope you
get further We in this place and time When foold just ride and get murdered Tryin’ to get that piece of pie But I need that whole damn thing Get this money and this
All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way
crackin? [X] Hit this shit [E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today [X] Psh, is that right? [E] What is it with motherfuckers thinkin that.. [E] {*SIGH*} because we
, goin out of control You say we're weak? This record's shippin gold Power, strength, my posse got unity We stick together and we're soon to be In your town, we
, invincible The hardcore criminal Never lettin' nothin' stand in the way of me ridin' Animal instinct intentions whenever we grindin' We criminally
it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin' new, we starvin' for it My little man go to bed so hungry Get
a candy paint dripper And a solar system flipper, you can ask Big Gipper RIP to Jack Tripper better known as Sweet Jones We so high up in the air that we
, now we hit the Philippines But now it's different, we gotta stay sober Yo, communicate, startech, Motorola Keep it on the hush hush, don't talk to much Thugged Out
wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers Anybody outside don't get much news from me 'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?) This rush, you agree, this
bodies in my arms Felt their body turn cold, oh Why we born in the first place If this is how we gotta go? Damn.
